All of Me (Harry Styles) - Book 2

Chapter 61: A Failed Attempt

-Ava's POV-

I bite my lip as I glance anxiously at the clock hanging on the bathroom wall. 1:28 a.m.

I'm pretty sure time has stopped moving simply because Harry should be walking through the front door any minute. He flew out just as he had promised, right after their performance, and his flight should now have landed at LAX by now.

I look around at the few things of mine that are sitting on the bathroom counter. It's strange, seeing my things mixed among his. I'd unpacked most of my belongings, leaving some things in their boxes, not knowing where they should go. It will take a while to get my mind set on the fact this is our place now, not just his.

Ours.

My eyes once again find my reflection in the mirror, wondering how in the world Poppy talked me into this. I would never consider myself sexy in the least, yet here I am standing in soft pink lingerie, ready to greet my fiancée. Well not ready, more like about to faint. My self confidence is at an all time low as my fingers skim over the silk bustier now adorning my body. The color and small bits of lace littering the surface of it give it a romantic touch, while the simple soft pink thong give it a little sexy edge.

I take another deep breath as I adjust the straps and fluff my hair a little. I'm so nervous I'm going to trip on the ridiculously high cream colored pumps I'm wearing, I almost back out of my little plan.

Harry has never seen me in anything more than a lace bra and pantie set. He never seemed to mind of course, but the thought of the look on his face when he found me in something a bit different is enough for me to swallow my doubts.

I curse myself as I try to figure out where I should be when he gets home.. Laying across the bed? No, to cliche. The couch? Ugh, that doesn't sound good either. This is the kind of thing I'm absolutely horrible at. I have no idea what a 'sexy' pose is, nor do I have the ability to actually pull it off with a straight face.

I let out a little shriek as I hear a car door shut outside. I'm either very excited to see him or am having a minor heart attack. Either way, I'm very much regretting thinking I could pull this off.

I'm in the kitchen when I hear the front door open, and I quickly just stand in front of the bar. I lean my bum slightly against it and place my hands on the counter top on each side of me. The pose making my boobs look a tad bigger and my legs a bit longer. My hair is falling over one shoulder in soft tousled waves, just like Harry likes it. The soft lighting from the dimmer switch makes me look tanner and thankfully hides the little imperfections in my skin tone. This is as good as it's going to get.

I hear footsteps through the dark house, slowly getting louder as they make their way towards the kitchen.

"Avaaaaa?", Harry's deep voice nearly makes me swallow my tongue as I try to plaster a confident look on my face.

"Ava, are you h..."

Harry's words end abruptly as he walks around the corner, his eyes landing on me. His eyes widen as they scan my body, taking in my attempt at being 'sexy.' I feel my body nearly shake in anxiousness as his gaze continuously studies my curves.

"Holy fuck." He breathes out, his voice sounding a bit strained. "You... Where... Fuck Av."

I start to open my mouth but stop when Harry's eyes widen, "Shit!"

"Wha...." The words get stuck in my throat as another body appears next to Harry, another set of eyes widening as they look me over. I gasp as my hands move to cover my body. I know my cheeks are as red as a tomato as embarrassment washes over my body in full force. Just kill me now...